Chapter 140 Monster
Wu He freed himself from the bone blade and spun, drawing his spear. The Qingkun spear pierced the bone-white shell, a fragment falling away, revealing a void of pitch black within. Suddenly, a golden aura blossomed from the darkness, as intense as the gold guarded by the legendary evil dragon.
It was an open eye! A monster's...eye!
Both martial artists simultaneously felt a shudder of varying degrees. It had nothing to do with willpower or courage; it was the fear of "natural enemies" etched deep within the depths of living memory. When food encounters a predator, survival demands only flight. But that golden eye held their souls captivated, captivating them like a spell. Under the alien's pressure, even breathing became a delusion.
Cracks spread across the eggshell's surface, the upper half shattering with a snap. Chu Hengkong's vision was shrouded in blood, the monster's flowing hair. Its long, thin ears peeked out from the hair, its intense golden eyes illuminating its enchanting face.
It turned out to be a woman, an incredibly beautiful woman. Her skin was as white as cream, her teeth were white, her lips were red, and her figure was so beautiful that it seemed like a demon that tempted people to fall. Her golden eyes could capture people's hearts with a single turn. In a moment, it crossed the battlefield and appeared in front of Chu Hengkong. Its voice was so soft that it made people's hearts melt.
"Thank you for your hard work, leave it to me."
Chu Hengkong's mind went blank, and he almost nodded. But the next moment, a ferocious cry rang out, like a heavy hammer hitting his mind.
“Monster…” Wu He’s face turned pale. “Monster!!!”
The fear shared by all humans awakened Chu Hengkong's rationality, allowing him to see the truth he had nearly overlooked. She was indeed a monster, a hideous and terrifying monster. She stood a staggering four meters tall, her knuckles ending in curved claws. Her slender body was clad in bone-white armor, as if forged from bone. Her alluring human form rested on a ferocious beast's frame, her body covered from the navel down in bestial hair. Four sturdy, powerful legs supported her horse-like length, their hooves the kind seen only in religious demonic images.
Chu Hengkong immediately thought of monsters, not the three natural disaster monsters, but the female monsters in folk legends with humanoid appearances and strange behaviors. This association made him feel uncontrollable hostility.
"……Who are you?"
"You don't call me a monster?" The banshee chuckled. "Then remember my name. I am Qingxia, the Blood Knight of Slaughter, the Master of Ten Thousand Battles in the Despairing Wilderness!"
Qingxia picked up Chu Hengkong's collar and gently threw him away. When she turned around, the tenderness in her eyes had disappeared, replaced by the bloodthirsty brutality of a beast.
"Keep running, thief," Qing Xia said, "I give you the right to escape. After all, I swore an oath that you would die in the most miserable way possible!"
“Get out of here!!”
Wu He clutched his chest tightly. The animated black blood healed his wounds, yet he still felt an unbearable palpitation. He would be killed, tortured, and eaten. The feeling of fleeing that day returned to him, and he once again saw the nightmare from which he could not escape. He thrust forward, the power of the Xiaolong Qingkun Spear unleashed, his will transforming into a "wind" that repelled all things.
Qingxia clenched her fist, swung her arm, and casually struck at the air. Her four long legs stood firmly, and the invisible and colorless wind was defeated! By a simple punch without any technique!
Wu He shifted his feet, the talisman formation shifting with his will. A buzzing sound like the fluttering of insect wings echoed across the battlefield. Triggered by a traded trap, a thousand bullets imbued with demonic power unleashed, disintegrating in mid-air to form a dense web of bullets like a smoke screen. Qing Xia unclenched her fist, extending two fingers. Her palm, swiftly moving, became a phantom.
She removed the pellets and flicked them away, repeating this ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times. It was as if a thousand arms unfolded in an instant, and she had broken Shaxx's trap with the simplest of methods. The pellets fell into her free palm, and she clenched her fist casually, compressing them into small, round iron balls.
"It's over?" Qingxia tilted her head, "It's my turn now."
She tossed the iron bead and flicked it with a flick of her finger. It was clearly just a bead, but under the influence of some inexplicable force, it transformed into a black light as thick as a tree trunk. It was pure life force, the power of qi and blood emanating from her body. A deafening roar tore through the battle formation, and the black light pierced Wu He's body, sending him flying high into the sky away from the ground!
"Good skills!" Chu Hengkong exclaimed.
Fander was devastated: "Is this the right time to praise someone's martial arts skills?!"
But it was truly a masterful use of the hidden weapon, each throw flowing like flowing water, the force controlled with impeccable precision. Otherwise, Wu He would never have stood there and taken the blow. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't. He couldn't see the iron ball's trajectory, nor could he capture Qingxia's movements. Only the supremely skilled Chu Hengkong could see the action at that moment. Wu He could only feel the powerful energy coursing through his body, the pain that threatened to tear his torso apart.
He rolled and smashed through wall after wall, piercing through all 15 floors in a row. Striving to maintain his balance, he turned the gun in mid-air, the wind from the gun turning the floor into a wall. He stood firmly on the wall, and two pairs of astonished eyes were cast at him from below.
This floor was the battlefield where Ji Huaisu and Qingye were imprisoned. One moment, the girls were battling numerous corpse insects, and the next, they saw the masters of their positions being hurled out like garbage. The sudden change in the wind of gunfire caused the floor to flip like a hamster cage. They bumped into the walls and heard the sound of tiny footsteps, like war horses walking on a gravel road.
Qingxia strolled leisurely, standing on a vertical wall. That "wall" had been "ground" just seconds before, with many corpse parasites still clinging to it, unable to escape in time. She carelessly crushed the parasites, stepping over a path paved with broken bones and flesh. She drew circles in the air with a finger, her gaze following its movement.
"Hmm, hm, I see. I see." She said, "Xiaolong Qingkun Spear, its real name should be Pseudo-Qiankun Spear, right?"
“——!”
Wu He, about to strike back, froze, his eyes filled with the panic of having his finger pointed out. The banshee didn't miss that expression, and a look of contempt spread across her face.
"Using Xiao to represent Heaven and Kun to represent Earth, I originally intended to create a powerful weapon that could control Heaven and Earth. But the final result was beyond my original intention. Why is this so?
Because the power of soaring comes from the remains of an ancient dragon, and the weight it bears is the blood of the Black Moon. Although this spear is powerful, it does not contain even a trace of your own, so even the inscription on it is distorted. How should I put it..."
She walked up to Wu He and looked down at the pale-faced man as if she were looking at a maggot.
"You really don't know what you can do," she said.
moment.
Wu He's hair exploded from the back of his head.
Ignored. Looked down upon. Scorned. All of these emotions combined, nothing could compare to the shock he felt at that moment. He was a man who had always prided himself on his talent. That very talent, something he valued most, something he could not deny, something even his former teachers had to acknowledge, was now being scornfully revealed by an outsider.
The feeling can no longer be described as anger, it is simply a great shame and humiliation.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
His rationality and fear were overwhelmed by his blood. By the time he realized what was happening, Wu He had already started moving. He tapped the ground, accelerating, crouching and charging forward. His giant lance sank as it activated its power, and his pure black right fist rose like a dragon. His body spun in mid-air, leveraging the rotation of his muscles to increase the impact. Even his howling head dipped as he delivered the punch.
The strengthening of the strength talisman, the bonus to the position, the acceleration of the Qingkun Spear's gravity, plus the surging blood and energy filled with secret techniques... the crazy willpower that was forced out by the offense...
Using all the strength at hand, Wu He threw a life-and-death uppercut!
Then, the punch hit Qingxia's palm.
Not moving at all.
Just as the description suggests, not a single wavering was visible. The force of the fist penetrated the banshee completely upon contact, yet she showed no sign of injury, or even pain. She bore it calmly, as if an adult were enduring a blow from a child. She stood a full four meters tall, and even the 1.7-meter-tall Wu He's full-strength attack seemed like a child's play.
She grasped Wu He's fist with one hand, exerting force bit by bit. The dazed man was pressed back to the ground, his back forced to arch, his knees buckling under the weight... Even though his arms were throbbing with veins and muscles bulging, he couldn't resist the pressure of her single hand...
In a humiliating posture, standing humbly like a servant serving tableware.
"What a...what a terrifying grip..." Qingye muttered to himself.
Qingxia's ears twitched, and her golden eyes swept over. Qingye shuddered, wishing she could hide underground right then and there. She withdrew her gaze, curiously looking at Wu He, whose face was covered in sweat.
"Let me tell you something." Qingxia clenched her fist, "When you swing your fist, you have to use your heart."
She also threw a punch, using the exact same method and force as Wu He, but the momentum of the attack was worlds apart. Wu He's punches were like the outburst of a child on the verge of collapse, while Qingxia's uppercuts were deep and powerful, like an old master demonstrating martial arts in the jungle. The punches resounded like a bell, and crimson lines swept across Wu He's body, his torso twisting and stretching with the force.
The Zhengxuan Palace Immortal Awakening Fist, its force dispersed but not scattered, its power so majestic and centered that it was said that even the immortals in the mountains would awaken when it was unleashed. With no time to react, no time to control his position, Wu He was sent flying. As the world spun, he saw a moonless starry sky. He had been unexpectedly knocked out of his own position by a single blow!
Anger. Frustration. Fear. Panic. An indescribable number of complex emotions raced through his heart, and the monster's contemptuous voice flashed through his chaotic mind. That thing had disregarded him from the very beginning. All his preparations, all his methods, were utterly shattered before her.
It's like looking at a maggot.
It's like looking at a bag of garbage.
“Why do you…”
A trembling voice squeezed out of his body.
"Why do you look down on me?!"
The Qingkun Spear was gripped tightly in both hands, his Qi and blood pouring into the spear without regard for cost. Wu He fully unleashed his "gravity," a force he only rarely employed. He thrust the spear towards the hotel, and the entire building instantly collapsed inward. Bricks, dirt, air, even the trees outside—a vast mass of controlled matter rushed towards the banshee, crushing her with sheer weight.
Gravitation formed an invisible vortex, and nearly two-thirds of the building collapsed. Under the overloaded power of the Heart Sword, thousands of tons of matter were extremely compressed, forming a death cage to imprison the demon!
"——The gunshot, the dragon leads the prisoner!"
The gravity point was firmly fixed in the center of the prison, and a massive sphere, a hundred meters in diameter, floated in the air, motionless. Wu He held his knees, panting heavily. This life-threatening blow had completely drained his strength. Even then, he clenched his fists tightly, forcing his head to rise, hoping to see the demon's blood seeping from the cracks in the prison.
He saw the sword flash.
A bone-white sword light shone from the cage.
The two swords, held vertically in the center, crossed in a cross, ripping the prison apart from the inside. Simultaneously, the diagonal blades shattered the remaining material, and bricks and tiles fell in a staggered pattern, forming a fleeting ladder in the air. Qingxia stood on a slab of rubble, four bone-white blades floating behind her. Their blades were thin yet sharp, connecting to her back with a gleaming line of blood.
No, that wasn't a new weapon. It was a part of a "shell" he had seen before, used to disguise the demon's true form. It was her eating utensils and also her weapon in battle.
The red-haired banshee leaped up and descended the long, gravel steps. She exerted her strength in mid-air, transforming into an elusive, blood-red shadow. The next moment, she appeared behind Wu He. The warrior monk's hands were severed at the wrists, and the spear, condensed from his heart and soul, spun in the air.
The banshee grabbed the spear with one hand and opened her mouth as if smiling.
Bite it.
Crack. Crack. A series of crisp sounds, unrelated to steel, echoed continuously as the massive weapon crumbled to dust between her lips and teeth. Her hands, still attached to the gun's handle, were dismissively discarded as she chewed, crushed, swallowed, and emptied it into her stomach.
The pink tip of her tongue licked the edge of her lips, sweeping away the remaining iron dust. She stretched comfortably, and the eggshell she had used for disguise reappeared, secreting from its back and flowing into her hand, forming a familiar outline.
It was a spear. A massive, diamond-colored spear.
Wu He realized something. Something he didn't want to think about. Something he didn't want to imagine. A terrifying possibility.
"No."
He stretched out his bare wrists and screamed hoarsely.
"Stop it. Stop it, stop it!!"
Completely ignoring the wailing of the talisman master, Qingxia grasped the gun handle with one hand and spit out the gun inscription that did not belong to her.
"——The sword in his heart moves. Xiaolong holds the Kun spear."
(End of this chapter)
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